Cane

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Cane

Lead me with strong hands
Stand up when I can't
Don't leave me hungry for love
Chasing dreams, what about us?
Show me you're willing to fight
That I'm still the love of your life

G e n e r a l

Name :: Cane
Breed :: Rocky Mountain
Gender :: Female
Age :: 3
Alliance :: Loner
Rank :: none as of right now

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T r a i t s[/u][/size]

Personality ::
This beautiful equine is simi-patient, with a bit of a temper. She is insanely shy, and stutters when she meets someone new. Most don’t come right up to her because of this.

Cane is easily taken advantage of due to her history. She is very shy around males, and will obey what they tell her to do for fear that she will be beat. She only seeks for someone to lover her and to protect her.

She does not think she is worth anything to anyone, and thinks down on herself most of the time. This causes most of her being alone, and being shy.

All in all Cane is still learning about herself, and her personality may change drasticly within the next few years. She only wants someone to love her and to never leave her, so as she travles around as a loner, she keeps her eyes out for anyone that may take her.

Color/Markings :: A brilliant snowy white coat with black hoves.
Apperance :: Cane is a very small horse for her age and size, and will not grow anytime soon. She is a well built horse with hove scars under her snow white pelt, on her hide. Her eyes are a brilliant blue that shine in the sun, and her nose is a charcol black. Her built running legs are a shade of grey. Canes ears are usually perked up, hearing for danger.

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Father :: none
Mother :: none
Siblings :: none
Offspring :: none
Mate :: None
Past :: Canes mother was beaten, and raped a few times, and she was the result of one of those times. But the father of her stayed, only to beat both of them later on. But Canes mother hated her, and only let her feed. When Cane was older, her mother stoped feeding her, and watched as Cane's father beat her. After he was done beating her, he went on and beat Canes mother.

Finnaly her father beat on them enough that Canes mother died, laying on the ground cold and wet. But she did not have enough time to mourn over her hateful mother because her father was after her. All Cane remembers is wind blowing through her mane, and her hoves hitting the cold wet muddy ground on a dark stormy day.

Now Cane is wandering around these new lands, looking for a home, a protecter, and someone to love her.

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